"Mack," Lucy whispered, reaching for him.
Her hand touched something solid.
"I'm here," he answered, picking up her hand and bringing it to his lips.
She frowned and struggled to open her eyes. "I don't know if you really are."
"Do you want me here?" he asked, his deep voice vibrating through her body as she struggled to breath.
"More than anything," she whispered back, allowing him to unfurl each finger and kiss her palm, sending goosebumps skittering up her arm and across her neck. He definitely felt like her Mack, her love.
"Then open your eyes and look at me, baby," he urged her.
She nodded her head, even that small movement taking colossal effort. But she gave him what he wanted. She opened her eyes to the bright, almost overwhelming sunny day and looked up at the man she'd fa
